The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Eight - Random lyrics ❤

❤ Chapter Eight - Random lyrics ❤

I didn't know where it came from; I just winged it I guess. But the next thing I knew, I was there, singing a song that I didn't even know existed.

"I've been walking aimlessly, trying hard to breathe. Didn't know I was searching until I knocked on your door," I sang. The first part was the easy part - until I couldn't think of anything else.

Silence enveloped the room and I squeezed my eyes shut, cringing.

"Don't know if you're right for me," Blake continued. My eyes flew open. "This is insanity. But now I know that I don't have to look for you no more." I looked at him, and he gave me a re-assuring smile.

"There's something inside of me, my missing puzzle piece," I sang, still looking at Blake.

"Missing puzzle piece," he backed me up.

"At least I know that I'm not lost and I am not alone," I sang.

"You are not alone," Blake backed me up again.

"Judging from the way you speak, you wouldn't notice me," I continued, wondering where the words suddenly came from.

"But then you opened my eyes with the way you looked tonight," Blake sang with a smile. Blake wasn't bad. Heck, he was great! It made me wonder if he'd always been singing.

When we ended, the room was silent for a moment. And then the class cheered for us, some even whistling. Blake stared at me, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Uh, that's all we have for now," I said shyly. Mrs. Bloom smiled proudly at me and nodded. I scurried back to my seat, head dizzy. I stared at the ground as Mrs. Bloom talked brightly about song lyrics. Blake passed in front of me and plopped down on his chair, sighing as he did.

I suddenly let out a nervous and relieved laugh. Even I couldn't deny that that was... Amazingly shockingly awesomely supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

"You're something special, you know that?" Blake muttered to me so quietly that only I could hear it. I couldn't help but smile a little.

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"Favorite singer?" Blake asked me. We were at the mall's food court, eating fries to pass the time since neither of us were really busy.

"Um..." I tapped my chin. "Favorite singer is Sara Bareilles but my favorite songwriter is Taylor Swift." Blake gave me a look.

"What?!" I asked him defensively.

"You seriously like Tay-Swift?" he asked me. I nodded.

"Yeah, why not?!" I furrowed my eyebrows. Instead of replying, he just laughed at me.

"What?!" I demanded. It took a while for him to calm down, but he finally did.

"Seriously, Pipes? 'It's a love story, baby just say yes'?" he laughed again. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Who's your favorite, then?" I demanded.

"I'll have you know that my favorite singer is Bruno Mars," he told me. Even though I had nothing against Bruno Mars, I still wanted to get back at him for laughing at me.

So I leaned back, put my hands on my stomach, and went into all-out hysterics. "Seriously? 'Girl you're amazing, just the way you are'?" and then I laughed again. He huffed, and after I stopped laughing, I asked him, "Who's your favorite songwriter, then?"

I got a french fry and put it in my mouth as I looked at him. He smiled at me cheekily.

"You," he said simply, tapping my nose. I glared at him and threw him a french fry. He wagged his finger at me.